When I was supposed to be with my friend, I couldn't, they wanted me to be with some guy I have never met. They got me real fucked up on cocain. A moster of a junky, trippen on a bunch of acid. They might as well have been robbing me with media, media de la on there head. This all makes since. I was kind of in amor with the guy.
Some how they turned your música in to torture.
They have this crazy ritual. They made me watch parts of happy gilmore, the part about finding your happy place. The played a devils hair cut remix and as the weird guy walked past the room where I was crying the song went "this guys...